No shooting star, blow the candles wishes,
my heart broke in pieces, desde que te fuisted, Praying to Jesus,
For help to defeat this, the pain is unbearable, my days are terrible,
I'm trying not give up but at night as I pray, I see his smile I see his face,
Every day I yell his name, since you departed, I live in darkness you were my flame,
I live in coldness, you were my warmth, every day is a different storm,
I can hear you tell me “Oh what the hell dude”, your voice so calm,
You will always be mama baby, I love you son,
For now, I continue to pray to the lord above,
One day we will see each other,
My love for you will never be gone,
I never will get tired of saying I miss you and I love you son.
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Miguel Ramirez
My name is Miguel. I am from South Texas 15 miles from the border of Mexico. In my spare time I'm like to create poems and stories. Hope you may enjoy them and thank you. Feel free to leave any comments.
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This is beautiful!